We Grow Tired Of Ourselves, Much More

Persons Who Undertake To Pry Into, Or Cleanse Out All The Filth Of A Common Sewer, Either Cannot Have Very Nice Noses, Or Will Soon Lose Them.

We Are Thankful For Good-will Rather Than For Services, For The Motive Than The Quantum Of Favor Received.

Mankind Are So Ready To Bestow Their Admiration On The Dead, Because The Latter Do Not Hear It, Or Because It Gives No Pleasure To The Objects Of It. Even Fame Is The Offspring Of Envy.

Our Friends Are Generally Ready To Do Everything For Us, Except The Very Thing We Wish Them To Do.

If The World Were Good For Nothing Else, It Is A Fine Subject For Speculation.